Portrait of me as the Unabomber. It was so COLD!
I got to ride the mechanical bull, something I've wanted to do my whole life. I lasted 48 seconds. The guy really cranked up the bucking near the end. They said, Keep your eyes on the bull's head and I did. Then I literally flew up and off.
Not pictured: me, off the bull, on my back, legs in the air: only my shoe is visible.
EDIT: When I took a shower today, I discoverd that my inner thighs are both bruised and tender from clenching the bull so hard.
I don't know if that will make me more or less popular.
Um...
ReplyDeleteIt was cold and yet you're wearing SHORTS!!!!
Where are you from, mister? Because it certainly isn't the frigid states bordering Canada.
2muchfun
ReplyDeleteI always wanted to try a mechanical bull too! Did it live up to your expectations?
ReplyDeleteSure, blame the bull for those bruises . . .
ReplyDeleteYou know what they say...you mess with a bull, you'll get the horns.
ReplyDeleteThis post made me think of the time my best friend and his fiancé convinced me to go to Wild Bill's, a land where no gay man is safe and should always be on toes and not by the means of stiletto heels. There is a mechanical bull at Wild Bill's. I sat near it to watch the drunk peeps fly from the bill; however, plenty of men in their 40s were near the bull taking pictures of girls being thrown off the bull. Oh, the breeders-- good times.
ReplyDeleteIs Pride always this early there?
-DB